TGIF!! I'm completely exhausted, but this is too funny I had to share.
So, you know we live in a converted steam engine factory building, where we have this huge freight elevator, right? Yeah, this one:
And yes! A crime has been committed against Bryson right at that spot marked "crime scene". You see those miscellaneous junk and variety of shopping carts in there? Well, our elevator has sort of evolved into a communal space for our building over the years, where people leave useful stuff (i.e. stolen shopping carts from Home Depot across the street) and useless junk (i.e. your old cat litter box) for neighbors to use/take. It's generally understood through unspoken rules though that unless something is marked "free!", that when you're done, you bring it back to the elevator so others can enjoy them.
Well, last weekend, we were moving 2 big rubbermaid boxes full of Bryson's clothes, costumes (including his 2 amigos outfit and the Harry Potter costumes), medicines, toys.. basically all his belongings using the elevator. Hubby came back to our place to pick up Eva as she woke up from her nap, went right back to the elevator, and the boxes are gone.
WTF?! These boxes look brand spankin' new, full of midget dog clothing some with "BRYSON" embroidered on the back. Who would have taken those?
We waited a whole day thinking someone just mistakenly took them, but they never reappeared. Desperate, I put up this sign below in the elevator and on our building's notice board. No one can resist Bryson's pleading face, right?
Well, the very same evening, we found this at our door:
Yay! Everything's still in there, and I love the personal note to Bryson :) There is faith in humanity after all. I mean I don't really care about the other stuff, but I'll be really upset if we lost his hand-made costumes, there are a lot of sentimental value in those...
On a separate note, little Miss Eva turned 10 months a couple weeks ago, and she's picking things up so fast at times it's a little scary...
For example, she's learning to "feed herself" (and Bryson):
I still have to help her scoop the food into her spoon, but she can generally guide it to her mouth area, stick it straight in like a toothbrush, and suck up some of the food on the spoon while splashing the rest around all over herself, me and the floor. Good thing is Bryson's the best clean-up crew ever. He's learned to station himself right by her high chair whenever she's eating, and I have not ONCE had to clean the floor when she's done eating. He's that good.
And see those little kibble of fruits and crackers on her high chair tray? She loves picking those up and feeding herself. Except when she's kinda full, she'll start giving those to Bryson, an activity they both enjoy immensely. She'll pick up a piece, look at Bryson, look at the piece, then reach waaaay down since Bryson's so short, and Bryson makes up by stretching his neck (I won't let him climb on her high chair) and taking it gently from her little fist. But sometimes she'll change her mind half way, after Bryson thoroughly slobber over her hand and the tiny morsel of food, she'll decide for some reason that she wants to eat it... she'll then take it away from a very disappointed Bryson, and jab the dog-slobber covered piece of food in her mouth. Ewwwww!! Good for her immune... good for her immune.... is all I gotta say.